We visited my parents at their new home in New Mexico. It was definitely spacious and went beyond the needs of two people. Nonetheless, my darling seven-year-old announced: “Our house is much bigger. When we get home, I’m going to be like, ‘Our house is so nice!'”
Groan.
On a walk in my parents’ ‘hood. So incredibly peaceful and quiet here.
Another time she said, “These eggs are delicious, Nagy Mama.” (Hungarian for grandma)
“Why, thank you!”
“Because I like things that are burnt.”
Facepalm!
The view from their front yard. I got to watch the sun setting on these hills every night. Gorgeous!
You want me to eat you?
I asked the girls if someone could grab socks for Joe. Two of them yelled, “I will,” and ran off. They returned with these.
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